Zuko
I
am nothing but a banished prince
Lying lifeless in the dank
corners of my sorrow
Pedestrians quickly moving as if to run from
my vial stench
The odor burns my throat but I prove trapped in its
grasp
So much to offer
Yet
Here
I
Lay
Meaningless
Lost
as a stray
Katara
I
race down the walk with out anywhere to go
Turn a corner and
stare with wide eyes at what lay before me
A man
He stinks of
rotten garbage but ever so faintly
He looks afraid
"Let me
help you."
He shrinks away from my outstretched hand
"Why
do you not run?"
He let me bandage his wounded leg while he
spoke
Zuko
"Because
I am not afraid,"
She spoke so simply
Gentle and delicate as
a lotus petal
"Don't you know I reek like a dead trout?"
"It
actually smells more like rotten garbage,"
Katara
He
laughed and so did I
And for the first time
I looked in his
eyes
And felt
At
Home
Zuko
She
laughed and so did I
And for the first time
I looked in her
eyes
And felt
At
Home
